I stared at the floor, becoming lost in thought as I counted how many cracks were on the sidewalk until I was interrupted by a faint buzz from my phone.
The blood had bled through the bandages on my ankle, I shudder at being reminded of how close I was to being drug beneath the ground to never be found again.
Thinking about it is irrational anyway, I tried to remind myself, fingering the cold railing as I made my way onto the bus, but the numb pain in each of my movements assured me that what I had almost become a part of was far from a lucid dream.
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